A hundred motors growling harsh

I turn my key, she comes to life

I feel her humming through my seat

A beast of burden made for war

The red light tells me ’twill be soon

Clutch down, release the parking brake

The red light tempts my lust for speed

Foot presses gas down to the floor

Her engine revs beneath my feet

Select first gear, shift right and up

Green light gives me her consent

Clutch up, tires squeal, lift off, GO

Gas and clutch and shift and clutch

Pull ahead before the rest

Passing others on the left

Audience screams with delight